Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1887-07-13

New Orleans Queer Tombs and InseriP.
tions-GnarIed Oaks and Funeral Moss.
A Spot Where Everything Is Bright
and CIean-Marble Houses.
Chow win we get into the cemeteriesg'
we ask the friend who has pointed out the
car that viii take us to three of the most
noted ''The gates are always open; there
will be no trouble about entering The
car starts; she bows and trips down the
street-a dear little lady in widows dress
Ito her work in great Office, while we
spin along on our holiday jaunt TO the
place of the dead. A white wall, gnarled
oaks, with their sad funeral moss, glossy
magnolia trees, with white buds scarcely
showing in their tight calyx wrappings of
green-that is our first outside view of
the cemetery. Then, through the open
gate we walk into q place, level, green,
moundless. 1t is one of the older ceme-
teries, an avenue of superb oaks conducts
through its center. The spectral moss
rocks back and forth across the shadowy
way 1t has no rustic, no sound. 1t
seems a symbol of an old yet unforgetting
grief; sign of a sorrow for the dead
after it has subsidized from tears and sobs
On the tombS in this cemetery are
carved the old French Names with crosses
or crests; and on projecting hooks fastened
in the cement of the wall hang remem,
brances so ugly that even loving sentimeni
cannot make them other than dissertations
to the eye; those skeleton wreaths of black
wire strung beads that shine with
mockery of mourning, or those chalky
white ones that seem like clowns in a
tragedy. How grotesque appears human
ity's expression of deepest feeling beside
4laa hat
bright roses that smile from below, where
sweet natures sympathy and consolation
mingle in this place of bereavement so
tenderly, so tastefully.
Out of this old cemetery we go TO q
neighboring one, dazzling as this one is
sonlber. Here the moss, and the beads,
and the foreign names serve TO make one
feel out of this world, in lonesome place
apart from ones own. But in the neigh
boring spot death is beautiful, joyous
never a cemetery that seemed so brilliant,
so clean, so clear. There is no sign of the
ancient oak; all the trees are glossy of leaf
and perfumed-magnolia that rustic and
shine, and break out anon in fairest and
widest of flowers. The grass is not
wrinkled with graves; it is smooth and
clean, stretched out into the sunshine
without flower or headstone. The walks
dIt NltlG, WttNicSS, lUI1letl uIlciy pun
verized white shells. Along these white
roads, like dwellings along a street, are
the family tombs, entirely above ground,
each separate, in its own unfenced yard of
green.
LIKE SMALL DWELLINGS.
The tombs are eight to ten feet apart
and six or eight from the edge of the road,
each approached from the roadway by
narrow marble footwalk They are of
white marble and shaped like small dwell
| ings. They are two or three stories in
| height; that is, about ten or twelve feet
and proportioned neatly; the roof, of mar
| BILE, is turreted, gothic, domed or pagoda
| shaped. The effect of these marble
houses, close on either side the avenue,
with the little spaces Of green between
them and the wide, unbroken lawn back
of them, the tombs following the curves
of the road, and leaving in one sheet the
| level ground between. give an order and
/ sense of breathing space such as our own
! graveyards can never have. The marble
doors of the palaces of the dead shut
| within. In the little dooryards are always
| flowers of the choicest kind, so that the
| white road, accentuated by the white
/ structures at q uniform distance back
| from it, is so bordered along it's edge
| by these adjoining flower plants as
/ to make q continuous parterre of
color-the only relief in the white
and green of the large cemetery
! grounds. There are no flowers anywhere
else. The effect is exquisite-the effect
| produced by separately massing colors;
the curying road, white as untrodden
snow, the long lines of brilliant flowers on
either side, edged by the wide rows of
glistening marble tombs, backed by the
! green grass and scattering trees, which
make the center of the place park like
expanse.
In another cemetery, a little more
tangled than this, and little less somber
than the other, was attracted by an i'm
mense pyramid shaped structure of rough
| granite rocks, some twelve or fifteen feet
squa se at its base. 1t was of unusual size,
shape and color, and stood near the er.
trance portal. / remember that the in.
scription commemorated the virtues of q
dead wife, and depicted the longing OF this
living consort it stated how long they
had lived together, that they had no child
and were all the world to one another
that the bcreaved husband was the last q,
his race and family, and this tomb held all
that was precious 10 his heart. Chicago
Times.
| Nil II 1nwer oreg1T to you that a con-